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You'd see that we should never be afraid to die
Eyes brightened as the colt before him solidified his suspicions. This, in fact, was a child of Gaucho. "Your father's name Gaucho the Wildfire... Einarr not know your mother." He nodded down to the young boy. The shared language was just as broken on the learning child's tongue as the Helovian language. Einarr hoped this boy would be able to understand and utilize both languages with the ease and skill that Rhoa possessed. It would make his life easier, that was a sure fire thing. Communication barriers were hell, and the stallion did not wish them on any others. Mordecai, his beautiful daughter, was learning his language as well as the Helovian language. She would thrive in this world.
Straightening up his body, the dark stallion snorted. He made a mental note to track down this boy with dragons and teach him a lesson about burning children--about burning princes. "Come, we find healer." Einarr turned his body and extended a wing out as a guarding guide for the colt. "Fini yeri hake?" He asked, ushering along the small child towards the Oasis. Hopefully a healer would be settled in there, and perhaps either of this boy's parents. Einarr wondered if the khal would be upset and angered at the state of his son, about what had happened to him, for he could picture the rage on Gaucho's face. However, he also knew that Gaucho was a distant father. Most kings were. They had more responsibilities than to focus on their offspring. Einarr was glad he did not have this burden to bear--he could tend to Mordecai all that was necessary.
As Einarr ushered the colt, the sun began to sink and shroud them in darkness, and beneath Einarr's wing the boy changed.
[Fini yeri hake? = What is your name?]
if you bury me, i'll bury you
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